The Paranormal Wealth System
New Plan
Julian refuses to be accused of being a black magic psychic. He said in a loud voice while holding back his wrath, “I am not a black magic shaman cooperating with demons!”
“Heh boy, everywhere whose name is turned no one wants to admit what he did! Full of prison then,” reply one of the thugs with a cynical look.
“But I don't use black magic!” peeking Julian wrathful.
One of the thugs advanced before Julian, pointing at Julian's face at close range. “We don't care if you use black, white or red science .. Our job is just to close your paranormal service business!”
“What's the reason?” julian asked unblinkingly as he clashed with the thug pointing at his face.
“We don't want any psychics open practice in this village. The shaman of black magic always brings bad luck because it often brings demons, we do not want this village to be haunted and haunted! Still unclear?”
“You did not explain anything from earlier! Just accusing me of being a black shaman!” julian was upset.
“Listen boy! If you still stubbornly want to open paranormal services in this village, we will not hesitate to hurt the mother of the home and your little sisters.”
Julian clucked furiously, “But their fault what?”
“They are innocent, so don't make them have to bear your guilt. Or would you rather we expel your home family from the village heh?” answer the arrogant thug chief.
“I don't feel like I did anything wrong, nor did I hurt anyone in this village! It is not fair that you expel us who have long lived here..” said Julian tried to defend himself.
Ms. Rosidah approached Julian and the thug who was still tense due to an argument. “Julian .. mother has agreed to have your paranormal practice closed, provided we all survive and are not expelled from this village!”
Julian was just quietly disappointed, but did not dispute what his mother said. He twisted his brain, if his practice in the parlour closed, meaning he had to open elsewhere. Maybe in the city, a place far from the villagers who are spiteful with his efforts.
Come to think of it, Julian only once handled a magical case in his village, the Bu Anna Sembako stall. And only Mr. Anam knows his behavior when splashing prayer water into the courtyard of Bu Anna's shop.
Isn't it easy to guess that the thugs who beat him up are Pak Anam's henchmen?
Hm, competition in the trading business is indeed very doable in a way under the hands. For example, closing the opponent's business with a banquet that contains bones or grave soil.
But shutting down Julian's practice is too risky to use shamans. A supernatural war is bound to happen and could be fatal to both shamans involved in the war. And if the shaman who fought Julian lost, then the one who uses the services of the shaman will definitely be affected.
It could be that the traffickers who have been planted by war-losing shamans on the patient's land have disappeared, worse it could even destroy the efforts of their patients unintentionally.
The normal way to close the shaman practice can be by destruction, threat and expulsion. It is believed to be more able to minimize risk. Especially if the expulsion of shamans is based on reasons based on black science. Locals will be happy to help close the paranormal business.
After the thugs returned home and the situation was conducive, Julian cleaned up the mess of his practice room with the help of Ms. Rosidah. Restore the layout of the room so that it can be used again for reading room.
“Julian .. be patient, Son! I know you don't use black magic to help people, but you can't help save this newly opened practice because of a few things. I can't let this house disperse let alone make your brothers and sisters homeless,” said Bu Rosidah with a heartfelt mimic.
“Mother hope, thanks to your paranormal skills can lead you to become a successful person. Rest now, your body must have hurt all after getting beaten up by the thugs!”
Julian assured his mother that his body was not too troubled because it had the endurance and power of the paranormal. “I'm fine, Mom! But I do have to sleep because tomorrow I want to go busking to the same station Typhoon!”
Ms. Rosidah patted Julian on the shoulder full of affection before leaving the room. “Alright, mom to the room first then.”
The next day, Julian spent time at one of the city stations with no maximum results. There was no information about his mother even though he had asked the passengers of the train. The money he earned from singing was not much, and had been given entirely to the Typhoon.
“I have entered our application to fill out a special weekend event at the cafe,” said Julian while inviting Typhoon to leave the station.
Typhoon turned, “When?”
“Evening, by email. Hope today get the news immediately, he said they need fast!”
“So we'll just chat together at the cafe?”
“Yep, if for example need additional personnel .. we just take one of the friends who play music passable!” julian replied casually.
“Actually I lack confidence, our appearance is too dirty to sing in the cafe!”
Julian menukas, “If we are accepted, we just shop for some clothes the same shoes for the feasibility of appearance! Calm ... I paid!”
Typhoon chuckles happily, “Oh well then! So where are we now?”
“Guide me find a place to open paranormal practice services in the city,” Julian said.
“Hah? Would you like to buy a home?”
“If buy can't afford it, while rent first until I have money to buy the place.”
“How much is your money now, Jul? Sure it wasn't money from midnight?”
Julian said, “If it happens, I'll tell you to watch the candle!”
“It is, mending I keep the candles. When I became b a b i who was in charge of picking up here and there? Can ruin my reputation in front of my girl, Jul!” sahut Typhoon with a shitty expression.
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